Hanna Schmitz: It doesn't matter what I feel. It doesn't matter what I think. The dead are still dead.

Hanna Schmitz: [to Michael] You don't have the power to upset me. You don't matter enough to upset me.

Michael: What are you doing? What is this? Why did you behave as if you didn't know me? Hanna Schmitz: You didn't want to know me! You could see I was in the first carriage. So why did you get on the second? Michael: What did you think I was doing? Why the hell did you think I was there? Hanna Schmitz: How should I know? I've been working. I need a bath, and I'd like to be by myself. Would you please leave? Michael: I didn't mean to upset you. Hanna Schmitz: You don't have the power to upset me. You don't matter enough to upset me.

Michael: What's wrong now? Hanna Schmitz: Nothing's wrong. Nothing. Michael: You know, you never ask. You never bother to ask how *I* am! Hanna Schmitz: You never say. Michael: It just happens to be my birthday. It's my birthday, that's all! In fact, you've never even asked when it is! Hanna Schmitz: You want a fight, kid! Michael: No, I don't want a fight! What's wrong with you? Hanna Schmitz: What business is it of yours? Michael: Always on your terms, everything. What you want, it's always what *you* want. My friends were giving me a party. Hanna Schmitz: Then why are you here then? Go back to your party. Is that what you want?

Michael: I brought you these flowers. To say thank you. Hanna Schmitz: Put them over there in the sink. Michael: I would've come earlier but I've been in bed for three months. Hanna Schmitz: You are better now? Michael: Yes, thank you. Hanna Schmitz: Have you always been weak? Michael: Oh no, I've never been sick before. It's incredibly boring. There's nothing to do. I couldn't even be bothered to read.